Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.